A picker, a grinner, a lover, a sinner

After working six of the last seven days, I drove home from the paper Thursday morning feeling exhausted and slightly irked. Just as the self-pity was really starting to kick in, I switched the radio tuner to my favorite classic rock station, and what song was just beginning? "The Joker." Yes, friends, just in time, the great Steve Miller Band saved me from wallowing in my misery, and I drove the rest of the way home singing at the top of my lungs. Three glorious days off awaited, and all was right in the Grammariansphere.

Yesterday was just as wonderful as I'd predicted. I had a deliciously tiring workout, vacuumed and mopped the apartment, and had a lovely burger whilst watching my stories (hooray for Abby and Luka!) in the best of company.

And now, it's Friday, and you all know what that means. In a stroke of unexpected good fortune, my brother David had extra tickets to tonight's Stars game, so Brian and I won't be watching the first broadcast of Battlestar Galactica. Instead, we'll be watching hulking men skate around chasing a puck and occasionally beating the crap out of one another. And THEN we'll go home and watch the season premier. Oh, I cannot wait.